Molding and melting, folding and pelting, greasing and gassing, holding and passing. Letting up a tad to see it spin out, grabbing on tight and trying not to shout. Bingeing on the hard stuff, dying just to last, crying with your hands cuffed, hell has come and passed.
Tick-tock goes the clock for all but the dead. It goes up and down, fast and slow but never stops. Craters fill, mountains fall and I feel so small. Could causality be the only thing to cause anxiety? If ever the clock went back, only for a day or two, how neat would it be… Continue reading Clock
Imagine that every person had inside them a blob. This blob would move about throughout their larger life-force, dark and destructive. Imagine the journey of one person that could see such a thing. At first they might shake their mind out of the trance they found oneself in, from watching what they had never seen… Continue reading Imagine
This is a little something from the beginning of the book to let all know what kind of story the third chapter of the True Volition Hexalogy will be. I hope you enjoy! Light from the night sky shown on an abandoned shack that sat by itself in a flat grassy plain just south… Continue reading A Slice of Land of Ene: Birth of A King
The twelve things of life: You were born of a consequence of programming, not of divine intention. Just because nature has instilled instincts in you, does not mean those instincts are rightful. Moderation in all affairs is not only the key to longevity, but healthy prosperity. Letting go and moving forward is the only way… Continue reading Twelve Certainties and Suggestions
Strange it always comes in the night, where all my mind that eyes can't hide reveal the side thought sterilized; a doctor and a mister. Two sides to a coin, once believed one eloign, but nevermore, lest delusion be reborn. They live inside me, fazed to a non-existent centre, inside which I might find peace… Continue reading Strange